[b]Toma Tanaka - Tanaka Residence[/b]

Delays. Delays were unfavorable. Downright annoying, actually. Flight delays, moving truck delays, traffic delays - all of it piled together and had caused Toma and his family to arrive a full day late, which in turn meant that he had missed his first day of school.

His [i]new[/i] school, no less, which only made it worse. A new school meant completely new faces, and being surrounded by unfamiliarity was not something Toma was used to. He had known everyone at his previous school, and had been known by everyone. He had been the guy who greeted new students and helped them get their feet on the ground. Now he would be that new student, showing up after the year had already started.

The tall teen had never been one to get nervous, but that idea definitely discomforted him.

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Toma grunted as he picked up another box. [i]I see mom remembered to pack the anvils,[/i] he thought as he struggled with it. 

He carried it past his father, who was sleeping on the couch, and into the room that would eventually be the old man's work space. He set the box down carefully, before cutting the tape and opening it. Inside was his father's paperweight collection, meticulously packed to minimize chance of damage. Toma stared at it disapprovingly; it was such a stupid thing to collect. But, for whatever reason, it made his father happy. 

The boy sighed as he began the tedious work of carefully unwrapping every paperweight and placing it on the desk he had set up a few minutes earlier. He eventually unwrapped one that actually belonged to him. It was a small, crude, iron balance scale. His father had given it to him, saying it was thanks for being the one who kept the family in balance through their recent difficult times. Toma thought it had been a silly sentiment, as he hadn't done much, but he accepted it nonetheless. Setting the scale aside, he continued unpacking the rest of the weights.

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Toma stared at the mess that was his new home. He had been unpacking for hours now, yet cardboard boxes and random items still littered the entire space. It didn't help that he had been alone with the job - both of his parents had conked out the instant they had finished moving all the boxes from the truck into the house. 

He was just as tired as they were, but he didn't sleep until his body shut down and forced him to. That was probably unhealthy, but it was the only way he had enough time in a day to do everything he wanted. The routine had been working out so far.

Focusing back on the mess, Toma shook his head. With no friends to hang out with, no school work to do, and no sports to play, he had nothing to do. Even the internet connection wasn't up yet, so he couldn't play any games on his computer. He had never had so little to do in his life, which is why he had been reduced to unpacking to fill his time.

Well, he had decided that he had had enough of that. The most productive thing he could do with his time was to get outside and become acquainted with his new town. While on that train of thought, he decided to head to the school. The day may have been almost over, but hopefully he could find some of his teachers, greet them, and explain why he had missed his classes - that way, their first impression of him wouldn't be that he was some sort of slacker-delinquent.

Happy that he had something to do, Toma grabbed his track jacket and walked outside.

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[b]Warakuma High - Front Entrance[/b]

Toma arrived at the school's front entrance, noting the stream of kids pouring out. He inspected the building briefly; it was far smaller than his old school, but it seemed interesting enough. It'd be a change of pace, at the very least, and that was the entire reason his family had moved.

Now his task was to figure out who his teachers were. Since it was the first day, there had to be class lists posted somewhere - he just had to find that, and then hopefully catch his teachers before they left. If he missed them, the effort would have been for nothing, but it was better than unpacking boxes alone.

Wearing a small smile, he carefully began to weave his way through the crowd that flowed against him.